My Apprenticeship to Uncle Jiu: I Was a Warlord in the Republic of China

Thinking of this, Jiang Li smiled. "If I can make good use of these soul crystals and cultivation methods, I will definitely be able to complete my own subordinates, and there will be no problem with cultivators!"

On the other hand, when Jiang Li was counting the spoils, some injured Maoshan disciples were beginning to heal their wounds. They first sat cross-legged, and then each took out healing medicine.

Some are fragrant pills, some are black or white ointments, some are liquids in small porcelain bottles, or some strangely colored powders. In short, there are all kinds of medicines.

As their medicine took effect, the wounds on their bodies that were torn by the ghost weapons and wrapped in black stopped bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black gas turned into smoke and dissipated, revealing bright red flesh and blood. Their pale faces gradually regained a hint of color, and their breath gradually became stable.

But these were all those with minor injuries. Some of the seriously injured could not even heal themselves and lay on the ground dying. Li Lin was one of them.

Fortunately, Uncle Jiu stepped forward at this moment. He took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out some pills that were shining with spiritual light, and came to Li Lin and gave them to him.

Then something magical happened. Li Lin, who had taken the elixir, was seen emitting a soft light that enveloped his entire body.

Then, the wounds on his body that were so deep that the bones could be seen, under the nourishment of the light, began to slowly close and heal rapidly. After only a moment, they were almost healed, with only some shallow skin injuries left.

After Li Lin controlled his injuries, he immediately sat cross-legged with the help of his uncle and practiced internal energy to repair the injuries.

Shi Jian was shocked when he saw this scene, and asked quickly, "Junior Brother Lin, what kind of elixir is this that has such a miraculous effect?"

Uncle Jiu continued to give medicine to his fellow disciples who were seriously injured, and replied, "Thanks to Commander Jiang, I got a coffin fungus a few years ago."

"I have spent a lot of effort in the past few years, collecting spiritual medicines from everywhere, using coffin fungus as the main ingredient, and refining several furnaces of rejuvenation pills. Now it just comes in handy!"

When everyone heard that it was coffin fungus, they immediately understood. Although they had never seen a spiritual medicine of this level, its reputation was well-known.

They were extremely grateful to Uncle Jiu for taking out the miraculous medicine, the Rejuvenating Pill, to heal the injuries of their branch disciples, and for a time, voices praising Uncle Jiu were heard everywhere.

After a lot of hard work, the people in Maoshan were able to control the injuries. The injured then left the ghost realm with the bodies of their fellow disciples.

The rest of the Taoists, who had only consumed some of their magic power and physical strength, stayed behind to clean up the battlefield and eliminate the remaining ghost soldiers.

For the next seven days and nights, Jiang Li and his team finally succeeded in capturing tens of thousands of ghost soldiers and generals alive after a difficult and tedious cleanup.

During the battles of the past few days, less than half of the Yin soldiers did not resist and were successfully captured alive, while most of them were still hiding or resisting stubbornly.

In the end, they were naturally ruthlessly killed, and now that the matter has been successfully resolved, all we need to do is escort these captives to the underworld and hand them over to the King of Hell for punishment.

What remains is the part that everyone loves to see, which is counting and distributing the loot knives.

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"After counting, a total of 246 fellow Taoists died this time. I would like to express my greatest respect to all of you pioneers!"

As he spoke, Li Lin bowed respectfully to the more than 200 tablets on the altar and lit a stick of incense.

Then all the disciples behind him also bowed one by one and burned incense.

When everything was over, Li Lin proposed that all the spoils obtained be gathered together and divided according to each person's contribution. No one objected when he heard this.

Each ghost weapon and armor soul crystal was divided according to how much effort they put in, and those ghost generals also had some magic jade slips and the like on them.

They were all copied down, and everyone could make a copy later. But the most crucial thing in the end was naturally the relic of the Black Mountain Ghost King.

The broken Netherworld battle flag, the blood-red sword, the black token with the Ghost King's order inscribed on it, the soul crystal of the Black Mountain Ghost King, and a black defensive magic cloak with a strong yin aura.

These are all good things, but since the Black Mountain Ghost King was killed by Jiang Li and Li Lin, it is not easy for them to participate in the division.

Seeing that it was difficult to divide the others, Li Lin finally just copied the spells from the token of the Black Mountain Ghost King and the set of ghost cultivation methods, and gave the rest to Jiang Li.

But Jiang Li felt a little embarrassed. After all, if Li Lin hadn't held the Black Mountain Ghost King back, he wouldn't have been able to kill him so easily.

Then he took out the cloak again, gave Li Lin another 10,000 yuan and 30 medium-grade Essence Pills, which made the distribution plan a little fairer.

After the distribution was completed, Jiang Li let them rest in Shanyang County for a few days. During this time, he went around and recruited hundreds of Maoshan seniors who were not doing well.

He hopes to use their help to set up an organization dedicated to handling supernatural events under his jurisdiction.

Logically speaking, cultivators generally don't want to be associated with a military leader like Jiang Li. After all, since ancient times, cultivators who have been involved in such things have never had a good ending.

Nanhua, Yu Ji, Zuo Ci, Zhang Jue, these practitioners with strong Taoist skills, ended up dying in the end.

But in this Dharma-Ending Age, practicing is already difficult, and the chaos in the world has made it even more difficult, so some people still choose to rely on one force.

It is always better to have a reliable organization than to fight alone. Of course, they agreed to Jiang Li's proposal only after Jiang Li took out the strengthening pills and essence pills made with blood mushrooms as auxiliary medicine.

He also gave Li Lin a large sum of money and asked him to take the money and the copied spells back to Maoshan and distribute them to the families or disciples of the dead disciples.

After arranging a vehicle to send everyone from Maoshan away.

Jiang Li thought that since they were already here, he simply suggested that the newly recruited Maoshan people take the army to search Guangxi, in order to check whether there are any fish that have slipped through the net.

Secondly, to carefully search for cultivation supplies in Guangxi, and recruit a group of independent practitioners to enrich the supernatural bureau.

That’s right, Jiang Li named this cultivation force the Supernatural Bureau. As for the scope of work of this department, it is to handle all supernatural events under its jurisdiction and keep a record of all practitioners.

Including the several mountain gods of Wuxian Mountain and their subordinate gods and generals, everything must be recorded truthfully to facilitate management.

After that, he returned to Guangdong. It wasn't that he didn't want to stay. He and the people from Maoshan set the framework of the supernatural bureau.

It was because news came from Guangdong that Jack had the eight training planes delivered.